Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.